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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

About
the book:Lily McIntire is in the
creepiest mansion in town. Alone. At night. Because she’s an idiot—and can’t
ignore a dare from her cocky and infuriatingly hot co-worker, Marcus Black. But
she'll be damned if she's going to give him the satisfaction of winning.

Marcus has had a thing for Lily for ages, and he has no
intention of losing this bet. His plan? Scare her out of the house, and into his
arms. Once there, scaring her turns into protecting her and soon after, into
seducing her. And his plan is working…

Lily is having trouble relegating Marcus to the role of
“asshat” as easily as before. He came to her rescue, and he’s actually funny. Charming.
Sexy as sin on a stick. But Lily has a strict no-love-in-the-workplace rule,
and even one night of the best sex ever won’t make her change her mind. So
she’s calling everything off…

Surviving a night in the mansion might just be the easy part.
Surviving Marcus’s increasingly convincing advances is going to take everything
she has. Losing is not an option…

NOTE: This title was previously published November 2013 on
Flaunt as a novella but has been significantly revised and lots of yummy new
scenes added to give readers a full-length category romance full of humor and
sizzle.

Excerpt from If you Dare:

He cared about her
enough that he was going to continue this insane idea to keep things quiet even
though he didn’t like lying to his friends. But not for long. And he needed to
let her know that. She sat, legs kicking over the edge of the desk, hair
rolling over her shoulders, white shirt doing nothing to hide her peaked
nipples...

He’d let her know
later. After desk sex.

“Don’t rip my buttons
this time. I still have to drive home.”

Why, why did
rod-up-her-ass, Lily McIntire do it for him whenever she was being rigid?
Probably because he knew she really wasn’t. As a matter of fact, under his
hands and his mouth, she was downright pliant. Like melted peanut butter.

Mmm, too bad he didn’t have that in his food cabinet at work.

“Okay, you take it
off.” He smoothed his palm over her bare calf down to one rather demure heeled
shoe, which he removed and tossed over his shoulder. It thudded to the floor
behind him.

“Do you have any idea
how much those cost?” Her brow furrowed, fingers hovering over the top button
of her blouse.

“Nope.” He moved to
the other leg, slid that shoe off, and tossed it into the metal trash can next
to his desk. It hit the side with a clang. “Now ask me if I
care.”

She gave him a
scolding look, but since she was undoing her shirt buttons – and not
slowly – he didn’t mind. Not that he’d mind anyway. Lily’s scolding looks were
kind of cute.

“Did you get the salon
plans approved?” She continued working her buttons, her attention on her shirt.
By the time she was pulling it off her shoulders, he was thoroughly perplexed
by this turn of conversation. “I was thinking about it today and wondering if
it wouldn’t be nice to have a drink station where customers could help
themselves. Coffee, tea, maybe a few nice wine selections...”

He held up a hand to
stop her. “Are you under the assumption that talking about salon floor plans
turns me on? Because it does not.”

“No, I’m not assuming
anything. I’m just making conversation.”

His eyes went to a
decidedly plain white bra that somehow still looked sexy on her. “Why?”

“Because you said you
wanted to work tonight.”

“On getting you
naked,” he said. “But I couldn’t exactly blurt that out in the meeting, now
could I?”

Before she could
argue, which she was poised to do, he stopped the words in her throat by
reaching behind her back, flicking the clasp on her bra, and sliding the straps
halfway down her arms. “I love that they’re peach.”

“What?” She blinked
down at her bare breasts.

“Your nipples.” He ran
his thumb over one, watching it harden further under his touch. “They’re
perfect.”

“If you’re trying to
prove you’re good at seduction, there’s really no need.”

He moved her
slim-fitting skirt high on her thighs. High enough to spread her legs and
insert himself in between. “Careful, McIntire, that was almost a compliment.”

About the Author:A
former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue
dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an
impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found
cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She
firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you
can create the life you want.

Jessica is a social media junkie who loves to hear from
readers. You can learn more at:

Jessica
is giving away
an autographed copy of The Millionaire Affair, an autographed copy of Bringing
Home the Bad Boy, and a $10 gift card to Amazon. Disclaimer:
An Amazon gift card will be substituted for the books in place of the prize
pack if the winner is international.

What's it all about

New and Exciting News about What I'm Reading! Okay that is a bit farfetched. Still love reading romance novels. The type of sub-genre I like to read: Contemporary, Historical (I'm pretty open to anything), New Adult, and paranormal. I tend to steer clear of Women's Fic, Young Adult, and MM/FF, unless it's a compelling blurb. Of course their are reasons for that. Currently I'm an Avon Addict. That along is exciting news in itself. That's What it's all about.

About Me

Since it's time for an update. All right, I'm a bit of nut. We might say silly. I have family that might seem crazy, but I love them. To keep my sanity, I love to read hence the blog. I LOVE reading romance novels, why HAPPY ENDINGS. Case close. There are occasions I will get a hair brain idea and need to craft. When I'm not reading tend to smell like the pool, because I love swimming.